Saturday was the party to celebrate
Last Friday, while I was in Target, I bought the boys (and me) a basketball. After lunch, Hudson came over, spied the thing, started playing with it.
I showed him how to dribble. He asked, “Mammy, were you a basketball player back in your day?” I answered, “I sure was.” He said, “My friend Caleb is a basketball player.” When I told him that he could be one too, he replied, “I know,
I’ve taken most of the summer off as far as writing is concerned. I guess you could call it my silent period. But, I’ve come out the other end of that, so I’ll catch you up a little.
That girl from New York, the one that went waltzing across India,
that has only one string. She doesn’t know what it’s called, but it’s a twangy sort of thangy. Joel used it to accompany himself as he sang “When the Roll is Called Up Yonder”, but that didn’t work out too well for him…or anyone else for that matter.
The other girl from New York will be here until Thursday morning, when she will shuffle off to Buffalo. But for now she and Katie
When they finished, it took me longer to connect the remaining dots than it usually does to mow the whole yard. But, that’s alright…it was their first time to mow.
When I got those dots connected I went inside where they had enticed Lyndsey
That girl from Buffalo, New York,
she has served as our chauffeur for the last month.
Besides that, she does laundry, washes dishes, empties the trash every day, and cleans out the refrigerator once a week. AND, she’s becoming quite the country girl…